It takes one skilled pavement artist to blend into a crowd in a wedding dress. Today, however, was not the day. Maybe if I were in Vegas it would be a different story. But running down the street, in the middle of November in the Hamptons, in a big floppy wedding dress didn't necessarily yell 'blend'.

I didn't necessarily know where I was going. In fact, I wasn't even paying attention to my surroundings which was a big mistake in general. All my years in spy school and field experience training were basically thrown out the window because at this moment I was upset, embarrassed, worried, and cold because this dress was not made for fall in New York.

My feet ached, my ears and nose were numb with coldness. I couldn't feel my fingers. I stepped on the bridge leading to the beach. It was deserted. Then again, it was thirty degrees Fahrenheit outside and dropping. I sat on a bench by the deck and unstrapped my heels. I was now more than ever thankful for Macey McHenry for giving the idea to our P&E instructors to include a whole unit on combat and running in heels. It is now a proud part of the Gallagher Academy P&E curriculum. A girl may not have sensible shoes on while chasing a terrorist in a foreign country, or in my case running away from my wedding…

I knew anyone who was chasing me would have lost me. It had been well over an hour now. They would have found me my now, and I didn't want to be found. I wanted to be alone. To think. To plan. Where was he? What happened? How do I get him back?

I thought of Bex's words. 'You were the last person to talk to him.'

I felt terrible remembering our conversation. I was mad at him, but now he was just gone.

A board from the dock squeaked. Someone was here. I unhooked my bracelet that also doubled as a taser and turned around. I was ready to fight off a fully armed sniper, but what I was not prepared for was the person who stood in front of me.

"Zach" I barely heard the words leave my mouth.

He ran to me and embraced me in a hug. I pushed him away.

"Zach where were you?"

"We need to hurry," he said, grabbing my hand and starting running down the beach. I struggled to keep up in my dress.

"Zach -" He stopped abruptly causing me to run into his very muscular chest.

"We don't have time to talk here, they will find me soon. We need to hurry." He picked me up bridal style and bolted down the beach. As much as I liked being picked up as if I weighed as much as a feather. I also didn't like how the situation felt like.

When I saw Zach, he wore his tuxedo, but his hair was a mess and something wild played in his eyes. Something in his voice shook, and the way he moved was sloppy. He was panicked.

He pulled us under the dark dock on the edge of the beach. He put me down on a dry spot.

"Zach, I need answers! What is going on?" I asked trying to straighten my dress.

He checked our surroundings real quick then turned back to me. He grabbed both my arms. "I don't have a lot of time to talk before they find me. I messed up Cam, I messed up real bad." He ran his fingers through his hair, he looked almost desperate. He cursed in Farsi. "Look at you, you're beautiful-"

"Zach," I stopped him. "You need to tell me everything. Right Now! Why were you in Budapest? Where were you today? We were supposed to get married!" I threw up my hands.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I was on my way Cam" he grabbed my hand. "I thought everything was fine, but on my way this morning. I got ambushed." He moved his jacket to the side and I saw the red stain on his white shirt. "I got away but-"

"Oh my gosh, Zach." I pulled open his shirt and saw the wound. "You need a doctor!"

"If you wanted to take my shirt off you could have just asked." I couldn't believe he was making jokes right now. After a moment he added, "I'll be fine."

"I need answers, Zach. We are engaged-" I stopped "or something, I don't know what we are now, but Zach I should be your wife right now and I feel clueless."

"Cammie, I can't-"

"Let me guess you 'can't' tell me. I'm tired of this Zach. We were supposed to be married and I feel like I don't know who you are. You tell me nothing. I know there are things you can't but your entire life is a complete mystery to me. You are never around, you stand me up on dates, you basically left me at the altar today and-"

"Cammie-" he stepped closer and touched my face. I knew what he was doing.

"No!" I shouted and stepped back. "Don't do that! You always do that. You think you can just kiss me and it'll be okay. It's not okay Zach! I haven't seen you this whole week! You were in Budapest the night before our wedding and I didn't even know! And now you show up hours after our wedding, that you didn't show up for, and your bleeding and on the run. What did you do Zach?"

We heard voices. I looked to see a group of figures running towards us.

"I have to go. I will come back for you. Stay safe. Remember there is no place like home."

"What?" I asked confused. The group was getting closer. "Zach-"

"I love you Gallagher Girl." He stepped forward and cupped my face. And then literally ran into the ocean.

"Cammie!" I could hear my friends' voices, but I was staring at the tyrant of waves. At some point, the wind had picked up and the sky became overcast. It fit the mood. "Cammie are you okay?" Bex reached me first, examining me. "You're bleeding!" I followed her gaze to my hands and dress. Blood. Zach's blood.

"No, it's not mine," I said.

"Cammie!" It was my mother's voice. She ran to me and examined me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I was just-" I was cut off by Mr. Solomon.

"He found you." I looked at him.

"Somethings wrong," I told him.

"I received word from my friends at MI6, and while we were searching for you, CIA and Homeland Security sent out an alert for a Zachary Goode. They said he's gone rogue, he turned on his partner, didn't show up for his debrief last week. He is considered very dangerous."

"No, he can't be. It's Zach, we know him. I was supposed to marry him." The look on my friends and family's face said it all. No one really knew Zach.

"Cameron Ann Morgan," a deep voice said through the crowd. "I need you to come with me, we have a few questions to ask you about your fiance."

Oh, Zach. What have you done?

A/N: Some have asked about my updating schedule. My goal is to update at least every Saturday. There may be times (like this week) where I post multiple times, it all depends, but the plan is at least every Saturday! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!